An afternoon in the Close,

The grass up high tickling my nose,

A group of girls in Victorian clothes,

And love is out with the wind,

Swimming through the dappled leaves

And picking at the heart’s strings

While sunlight drips into my being

With knowledge of the widest cracks.

I’ll close my eyes and count the stars,

The thoughts that push my mind so far

And into sunlit places and the dark;

I’ll dance between the worlds there.

All I have to do is coax them

To let the light in round the bend

Through stained glass windows dimmed,

To see the dancers under trees

Or shade bouncing off the graveyard stones

That mark the souls that made it home

After years of running to and fro,

And years of running to and fro.